Ch.2

Apartment just outside Osaka, a few days later

Imagine a famous astronaut/ambassador being your father. Hayato thoughts were clouded, an american was his father? Then who was that stranger who called himself hayato's father. Hayato was angry that his mother had lied to him all these years, yet he was that glad the sneaking suspicion of adoption faded away. Hayato got out of his comfy chair and decided to give his mother a call. The narrow slits of light stabbing out from behind the curtains gave the dim room a prison cell look.

"Mother," he said with obvious sadness in his voice," I know about the lie." There was silence on the phone for what seemed like hours. Hayato waited and waited for a response suddenly Hayato heard a loud commotion coming through the phone. "Mother, what's that noise," Hayato asked. Finally he heard something, the sound of the phone smashing into the ground. Hayato begin to grow worried when he heard an even more frightening noise, gunshot.

Dark Labrartory

"Rise my creation," the mad scientist yelled louder and louder, "RISE UP!" The vat of orange, sloppy liquid begin to slosh and form waves. A tremendous hand burst out covered slime. "YES," the old man yelled. The slimy, orange figure rose up with a shattering screech. "It has begun", the old man said, finally quieting down.

A Few Days Later...

"There we are," the scientist said gently," you look quiet nice, although I wish we could have found more suitable clothing." The creature looked at his new attire. The scientist had saved the hobo's shredded clothing for this very occasion. "My creation you really must think that homeless man for he has given you: your clothes, The right side of your brain, and your left hand." The humanoid seemed to understand, he looked at his left hand. It was slightly smaller and a darker skin tone than the rest of his flesh. "What should I call you my creation, my son?" the withered scientist asked. As he thought, a word came to mind, or rather he heard the word. The man looked at his creation in complete and unequivocal awe. His creation spoke the miracle words again," Adam."

Tokyo apartment building, scene of a crime

"Gunshot wound through the mouth," the coroner noted while looking over the dead body of Hayato's mother. Hayato had been retained for questioning at the moment. What a day, he finds out he's never know his real father and his mom is murdered. Hayato grew increasingly angry as the Tokyo Police maintained that it was suicide. "Look Mr. Hayato, it was suicide, why would a muderer shoot your mother through the mouth."

Back at the Lab...

"Adam, my servant will be joining us soon," the scientist said gleefully, still overjoyed about his Adam's ability to speak. "Yes", Adam spoke softly. Suddenly the steel door of the dungeon-style lab slowly slid open. "Ah, Walton you made it," the old man stated. "Quite so Mr. Yamoto," Walton stated proudly. "Mr. Yamoto," the manservant said staring at Adam, "you finally succeeded."